A brand new Pokemon fanfic, by Moi! Huzzah!

Yes, this is about the children of our heroes, but it's not like others I have written. The couplings are different. Our new heroes are older.

We have a new plot and each "episode" is going to be one chapter in length, rather than being a whole fanfic on it's own.

I don't own Pokemon, but I do possess a love of receiving reviews!

"You're sure that you want to do this?" May asked, putting her hand on her daughter's shoulder.

The little brunette nodded, her emerald eyes brimming with determination. "Yes, of course!" She clenched her fist. "We've been planning this for a long time, there's no way to talk me out of it!"

"Well, I'm sure that you'll conquer the Estea Region." The little girl's green-haired and green-eyed father commented proudly. "Have faith in her, May. She said that she'd conquer Hoenn after Estea."

"I. . ." May opened her mouth to protest but then changed her mind and sighed, smiling. "know."

"Come on Rosabelle!" called a male voice, which was so familiar to May that she couldn't help but smile at the raven-haired boy beckoning for her daughter to hurry up and board the ferry that would take them to a new region.

The boy was the son of one of the world's greatest trainers, Ash Ketchum. Just by looking at the boy, it was easy to tell who his father was, for young Damian Ketchum looked the image of his father when Ash had been sixteen years old. Nobody even needed to ask about Damian's parentage, because it was so completely obvious; the boy's shaggy and messy raven black hair, his tanned complexion and his big brown eyes were the image of Ash.

"Bye mom! I'll call you from Estea!" Rosabelle said, giving each of her parents a hug before darting off after Damian.

Rosabelle wasn't like Damian. Her eyes were as green as her father's, and she had her mother's light brown hair, but that's where the similarities ended. Her hair hung around her shoulders in a perfectly straight bob-cut. Neatly cut and straightened bangs covered her forehead. She wore a white blouse with three-quarters length sleeves the ends turned up to her elbows, with a bright purple and gray plaid miniskirt. White thigh-high socks covered her legs, and gray and white converse shoes were worn on her feet. A gray backpack was slung over her shoulder, and she wore a belt equipped with all the necessary Pokeballs.

As she rushed onboard the ferry, handing over her ticket to the ship's ticket master in the process, her parents watched her, her green haired and blue eyed thirteen-year old brother watching her jealously.

After a series of attacks on young, inexperienced trainers, the Starter League had decided that ten year olds were not responsible enough or educated enough to become trainers, and the age when a trainer's license was issued was bumped up six years. Now, one had to be sixteen years or older to legally become a trainer. Luckily, those who were below that age and had already begun their journeys were exempt from the age bump, which created a lot of tension between those who received their trainer's license before the age raise and those after.

"Finally Rosabelle! What took you so long?" Came the voice of the tall ginger-haired boy lounging on the couch of the small sitting area on the ferry.

"Cool it, Nathan, I'm here now, aren't I?" Rosabelle responded.

"Nice socks." Commented a tan boy with spiky dark blue hair. He grinned as his big, dark gold eyes studied her thigh-high socks. "Nice legs."

"Please Adrian, I'd prefer if you didn't make those comments, it makes things awkward." Rosabelle spoke as though she were talking to a small child.

"Rosabelle, just hit him with a rolled up newspaper, that's what I'd do." A girl with a long, bright red braid said, rolling her round red eyes at Rosabelle's patience. She was wearing a bright blue and black tank-topped mini-dress with white tights and black flats.

"No thanks Scarlette, I'm not giving him anything to play with."

"Good call." The redheaded girl, Scarlette, responded with a satisfied nod.

"So everyone, we promised to keep it secret until now," Damian began, looking around. "Should we keep our starters secret until we reach the Estea region?"

"Let's hit land first." Adrian answered, meeting nods from mostly everyone else.

"I can't wait!" That was the ginger-haired boy on the couch, Nathan.

Everyone responded to him in unison. "Yeah, we know."

The shores of the Estea Region were radiant. As the ferry neared the oceanside city of Cruz, their very first taste of Estea, the six friends gathered on the rails of the ferry, staring into the face of destiny. Here is where they would make their mark, that they had decided already.

Crystal white sands stretched as far as the eye could see up the coastline of the island region. Ocean-front beaches could be seen scattered along the beaches, all far enough from the shore to be safe from high tide. The city of Cruz had no skyscrapers or excessively tall buildings, and the entire city seemed withing view. Towering trees surrounded the town, their green treetops visible from the ocean. Many of the buildings looked as though they were made out of bamboo.

"Estea Region, here I come!" Scarlette called out, arms stretched wide to embrace the breeze created by the ferry's movement.

"Estean girls, here I come!" Adrian added with a smirk.

"My mom said that you're just like your father was at your age." Nathan commented to Adrian.

"Nope, my parents both agreed that I'm worse, much worse." Adrian replied, grinning and moving elsewhere to survey the coastline from another area of the ferry.

"I can't wait to challenge the Estea League!" Damian announced, running his fingers through his messy raven hair and placing his cap back on his head.

While Scarlette, Rosabelle and Damian discussed their goals, Nathan moved away from their group and towards a pretty bluenette, standing by the rails alone. Dressed in blue jeans and a baggy pink hoodie over her tight green tank top, with rainbow converse on her feet, she was leaning over the rail.

"Marion, are you alright? You haven't said a word the entire way." The girl turned around, her big blue eyes wide. Still in silence, she nodded. "Well, you're not being very convincing. Are you seasick or something?"

Marion shook her head. "No. It's just. . ."

"It's just what?" Nathan prompted when Marion paused.

"It's just that I've been waiting my entire life for this day, and now it's here it feels as though it's here too soon."

"Hey, no need to worry, right Marion?" Nathan asked, resulting in a smile from Marion from the usage of both her and her mother's catchphrase. "I'm here for you."

"Thanks Nathan."

"Hey, no problem." Casually, he slung his arm around her shoulders. "I bet you're going to be the best coordinator in the region, Arceus knows you've been studying your mother's techniques for long enough."

"I hope you're right."

Their conversation was interrupted by a buzzing sound over the ferry's P.A. System. "Attention passengers, we will be arriving in Cruz City within the next ten minutes. Please prepare all of your luggage for departing from the Fairy Voyager. Thank you for choosing Regional Travel, have a nice day."

It was then that Scarlette, Damian, Rosabelle and Adrian joined Nathan and Marion, dragging them back to their rooms aboard the ferry.

"I can't wait any longer!" Nathan exclaimed, looking as though he might explode if forced to have any more patience. "I want to show off my starter!"

They were gathered on the beach now, holding their luggage and looking out across the gorgeous ocean as the ocean breeze rolled over the waves and washed over their bodies. The air was so clear, it was just nice to breathe and do nothing else. The group formed a circle.

"Who's that Pokemon?" Damian asked, tossing his Pokeball into the air above his head. The platinum light turned into a Pokemon.

"It's Oshawott!" was the chorus reply.

"Who's that Pokemon?" Rosabelle was next, gently tossing her Pokeball into the air.

"It's Mudkip!"

"Who's that Pokemon?" It was Nathan's turn now. He juggled with three Pokeballs, then shoved two of them back onto his belt while his Pokemon came out of one ball.

"It's Charmander!"

"Who's that Pokemon?" Scarlette's time to shine. She threw her Pokeball as high above her head as she could. As it landed back in her hand, her starter landed on the ground in the circle.

"It's Chimchar!"

"Who's that Pokemon?" Adrian spun his Pokeball on his index finger for a moment, before rolling it across his shoulders and flicking it into the air as it rolled onto his left hand.

"It's Piplup!"

"Who's that Pokemon?" Marion's voice was quiet as she tossed her Pokeball up into the air above her face.

"It's Bulbasaur!"

Trainer Cards:

Damian
16 years old
Male
Son of Iris and Ash Ketchum
Pokemon: Oshawott

Marion
16 years old
Female
Daughter of Dawn and Gary Oak
Pokemon: Bulbasaur

Nathan
16 years old
Male
Son of Misty and Barry
Pokemon: Charmander

Rosabelle
16 years old
Female
Daughter of May and Drew
Pokemon: Mudkip

Adrian
16 years old
Male
Son of Angie and Brock
Pokemon: Piplup

Scarlette
16 years old
Female
Daughter of Zoey and Kenny
Pokemon: Chimchar

Thanks for reading!

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